Mating Brand: 3 (Mating Heat) (9 page)

Charma centered her body on his bedspread and stretched out
on her back. She moved her hair out of the way by shoving it into a damp pile
above her head. Her feet pressed against the bed to angle her hips just enough
to ensure what he’d see when he opened that door. She spread her knees wide.

Her gaze remained on the bathroom door as she inserted a
finger into her mouth, wet the tip and let her palm trail down her body. It
slid between her breasts, over her stomach, to her pussy. She needed to be
turned-on. He’d always gone insane when he’d picked up her scent when she was
in need of sex.

A mischievous grin curved her lips as she thought back to
the past to help her get in the mood.

She pressed her fingertip against her clit and rubbed small
circles. Just thinking about Brand made her nipples hard. She held her breath
to suppress the sound of pleasure as the slow press of her finger ignited her
body, making it warm and tingly.

Memories of the first time she’d gone to bed with Brand
drifted through her thoughts. They’d dated for over a month before she’d known
the time was right. She’d fallen in love with him and figured he felt the same
since he never pressured her for sex. She’d been terrified her she-cat
instincts would react to him being a werewolf…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Let’s go camping.”

He gaped at her. “What?”

“You know the woods where we run when you shift? Why don’t
we take a tent and sleep out there for a night?”

He frowned.

“Don’t tell me you’re grown too soft, sleeping in beds here
at the college.”

The insulted expression on his face had been amusing. “Of
course not. I love roughing it.”

The muscles of her lower belly clenched as an image of Brand
tearing her out of her clothes flashed. She bet he would do that. “So let’s do
that tonight. We don’t have classes tomorrow. It’s midweek so nobody should be
out there.”

Brand braced his hands on his hips and studied her a bit too
closely. “It’s a bad idea.”

“Why? Do you think it will be too cold?”

He sighed and let his hands drop to his sides. “I wouldn’t
trust myself all night with you.”

She grinned. “Good. You bring the tent and blankets. I’ll
bring the food. We’ll probably need a lantern too. My night vision isn’t as
good as yours and I want to see everything in that tent.”

He moved fast, gripping her hips. “What does that mean?”

She took a deep breath for courage. “I’ve never done this
before but here goes. I want you. I know you want me. I think it’s safer for
both of us if we don’t go to your place or mine where we could be overheard.
You get growly when we kiss and I start purring. They’ll think we’re into weird
fetishes if we’re loud.”

Brand’s complexion paled. “You’re a virgin?”

“No. I told you I had a boyfriend for a short time. I meant
I’ve never had to be the one to make the first move. I’m talking about sex. As
in, I want to have it with you.”

“Thank god.”

“Are you that happy that I’m suggesting we finally go to bed
together or that I’m not a virgin?”

“Both.” Brand grinned. “I’ve been killing myself being
patient because I know I scare you a bit but the idea of being your first
terrified me.”

“Why?”

“It’s always painful for women and I don’t ever want to hurt
you, hon.”

She knew at that moment that she’d made the right choice. “Camping
tonight then.”

“Yes.”

“And bring a lantern.” She raked her gaze over his chest. “I
don’t want to miss a thing. I’ve tried to imagine you naked but I have a
feeling the real thing is going to be better.”

“I think that’s my line.”

They gathered everything they needed for their getaway and
set off for a romantic tryst in the woods.

Brand took things leisurely enough to drive her crazy as he
stripped her bare and explored every inch he exposed. It turned her on, the way
he growled as he brushed kisses over her lower stomach and spread her thighs to
get access to her pussy.

“I plan to eat you alive.”

She didn’t laugh, was too turned-on to do more than pant. “I
hurt for you,” she admitted.

Brand had an amazing mouth and the things he could do with
it made her grateful they were miles away from civilization. She cried out
loudly when he made her come twice before easing up her body and penetrating
her. The sensation of him filling her was something she’d never forget. Brand
took his time to help her adjust to his size. He used slow, shallow thrusts to
fit his thick cock snugly inside her body. He stared into her eyes when he was
all the way inside and told her how beautiful she was to him.

“Move,” she pleaded.

“I don’t ever want to forget this moment,” he whispered.

“We won’t,” she swore, wrapping her legs higher around his
waist and wiggling. “Kiss me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

He kissed her then until she was wild beneath him, bucking
her hips and clawing his back. It was nearly torture, having him inside her but
not moving. She wanted him to thrust, in the worst way.

“Please,” she rasped.

He shifted over her, using his arms to brace his weight and
cage her under him at the same time. “You’re so damn tight. Am I hurting you?”

“Only if you don’t move.”

“There’s no going back, Charma. You’re mine now.”

In a sudden frenzy, he took her. Only her and Brand existed.
Passionate kisses and his body taught her the meaning of being loved until she
climaxed a third time. She didn’t even care when he tore his mouth away from
hers to grip her neck with his teeth. No fear surfaced as those sharp fangs
raked her tender skin. He didn’t bite down but instead muffled a loud groan as
he came seconds later.

He made love to her all night. As dawn broke he pulled her
close and she knew she belonged in his arms forever…

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Charma pushed away the memories when tears filled her eyes.
She’d stopped touching herself and some of her passion had cooled. She’d been
young back then and foolish. She’d hoped Garrett would change his mind about
forcing her to be his mate. “Out of sight, out of mind” had been the motto she
prayed he’d take to heart. She had everything to lose otherwise.
Brand.

“Pull it together,” she whispered, blinking rapidly and
taking a few deep breaths.
He’s in the next room. You didn’t lose him
forever. Just for nine years.
She focused on the future and played with her
clit. Brand was going to come out of the bathroom and she wanted to be ready
for him to take her. She was with him again. Nothing stood in their way now.

Brand was well aware that he had to leave the bathroom at
some point. No doubt Charma knew he’d been jacking off. He should have left the
bedroom and gone to the one down the hall but he’d been too horny, too close to
lunging at her, and hell, it was done. He still needed pants. He wrapped a
fresh towel around his waist, certain he could spend a few minutes with her to
smooth things over before he made a fool of himself again by needing to take
care of business.

He opened the bathroom door and the scent hit him like a
sledgehammer as his gaze locked on Charma. He dropped to his knees before he
even realized his legs had collapsed under him. She was naked on his bed,
thighs spread, her finger on her clit, taunting him. She met his gaze, even
paused the slow stroking that aroused her, filling the room with her sweet
scent.

Her other hand rose and she hooked a finger at him. “Come
here, baby.”

She’s going to kill me. No need for mating heat to do it.
His gaze focused on her pussy—pink and spread apart enough for him to see the
glistening proof that she wanted him. He growled, the sound bursting forth as
his fangs pierced his gums. She didn’t flinch or show fear though. She smiled
instead when he jerked his attention to her face.

“Come get me, Brand. I’m all yours.”

Her voice came out husky with a catch to it, telling him she
was close to coming. He dropped forward to his hands and crawled toward her.
Fearing for her safety, he tried to stop but nothing was going to draw his wolf
away from her. It was in control.

“That’s it.” She bent her arm beneath her head and watched
him as she lowered her legs and pressed her heels against the mattress. He
almost went insane when she tilted her pussy to present him with a truly
spectacular view. “See something you want? It’s yours.”

“Charma,” he snarled. His hand flattened on the bed when he
reached it. “I’m dangerous.”

“I love it when your eyes bleed black and you get all gruff
and growly. I want you so much. Can you see? Want to taste?” She moved her
heels apart, spreading her legs farther and pulled her finger away from her
clit. “Do you want me? Take me, Brand.”

He snarled again, fighting hard to hold back his wolf, who
wanted to lunge at her. His claws dug into the mattress as they elongated, his
inner beast winning. His cock stiffened further and he panted as sweat broke
out over his entire body. She had no idea what she did to him.

“Want my thighs around your head? Or do you want me to roll
over so you can mount me from behind?” Her body tensed and he feared she’d do
that.

He moved fast to keep her thighs apart and held her down,
careful of his claws. His gaze lowered to her swollen clit and the pinkest,
prettiest pussy he’d ever known. The battle was lost. He salivated as he
breathed her in, snarled, and his tongue came out. One swipe over her pussy and
her addictive flavor shattered any resistance he had left.

Charma knew she should be afraid since she’d just tempted a
wild beast into coming at her but it wasn’t fear she felt as Brand’s tongue
drove inside her pussy. Pleasure was instant. He snarled again, a vicious,
scary sound, but she didn’t care. He nuzzled in tightly until his nose rubbed
against her swollen clit. She nearly came just from him touching her and having
his tongue inside her. It was thick, stretching her tense vaginal walls. He
seemed to want to get as deep as he could reach.

Her legs adjusted, her feet found purchase on the sides of
his back, allowing her to draw her legs up enough to give him as much access to
her pussy as he wanted. His hands on her thighs, holding her open, were
bruising but she’d heal. It didn’t hurt. Another snarl tore from him, his chest
rumbled under her feet and he pressed tighter, shaking his head a little. She
moaned. His tongue withdrew slightly before pushing deeper and he added an
up-and-down, nodding motion.

She reached for him with both hands and her fingers slid
into his hair, holding him tightly to her. His nose rubbed her clit as he began
to fuck her with his tongue. Pleasure made her pant, purr, and ache. Her
nipples throbbed, her belly quivered and she screamed out his name. The climax
tore through her. Brand snarled again, growing wilder as he got the first taste
of her release.

He’d never been this aggressive in the past—close, but not
as rough. She didn’t mind and she had no complaints when he tore his face away,
forcing her to release his hair. She held his black gaze when he stared at her.

“Damn it, Charma.” He didn’t sound human. “Forgive me.”

“It’s okay, baby.”

He rose, grabbed her and rolled her over before she knew
what he had in mind. A hand dug under her belly and lifted until she ended up
on her knees. Her hands shot out to brace her body as two hundred-plus pounds
of out-of-control male curved over her from behind.

He froze but she didn’t. His hot, thick cock pressed against
her inner thigh. She wiggled her ass against him.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Make me yours.”

His arm hooked more firmly around her waist and he adjusted
his legs to the outside of hers to align their hips. To help him, Charma arched
her back, pushed her ass higher and spread her thighs a little wider apart. He
didn’t even need to use his hands to guide his cock to her. It seemed to know
where it wanted to be as the thick crown pressed against the entrance of her
pussy and he drove home.

She cried out as he stretched her. There had been no time to
adjust but it hurt so good. Ecstasy shot straight to her brain before he nearly
withdrew from her body. Her muscles clamped down, trying to keep him from
totally leaving her but she didn’t need to worry about that.

Brand’s arm tightened on her waist to make sure she couldn’t
get away. Not that she wanted to. His other hand slammed down on the bed next
to hers. His claws tore through the bedspread and into the mattress as he
braced his weight. His hips slammed against her ass, burying his cock deeper
inside her.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He growled, his face buried in the curve of her shoulder as
he curled more closely around her and pounded his cock into her pussy in fast,
long strokes that gave her ultimate pleasure. His shaft seemed to swell as he
fucked her frantically, the friction sweet and intense at the same time. Her
eyes closed. She couldn’t think, could just feel, and another climax built
until she screamed his name.

He slowed his movements a bit and withdrew the arm from
around her waist. She had to brace to keep from collapsing onto her stomach but
she heard his quick intake of breath and turned her head. He had bitten into
his wrist and it was suddenly in front of her. She knew what he expected of her
and she was happy to do it. It took effort to keep her balance while grabbing
hold of his arm and pulling it to her mouth.

The craving to taste his blood wasn’t a shifter trait she’d
inherited but it would help seal their bond. It was a form of acceptance. He
fucked her faster as she sucked on his wrist. It seemed to excite him more.
Brand howled as he started to come so hard she could feel his semen marking her
within her body. His hips bucked as he drove into her deeply and stayed there,
grinding against her ass in sharp jerks with every hot blast of his release
that filled her. He snarled as he dropped his head. She tilted hers to the side
to bare her shoulder, to give him what she knew he wanted.

His fangs scraped the soft part of her shoulder. His tongue
darted out to wet the area before he bit down. Sharp teeth pierced her skin and
the pleasure and pain blurred as she came again, her vaginal muscles clamping
around his cock. He bit her harder until his jaw locked while he marked her
with his bite and saliva. She released his wrist and he hugged her around her
waist again.

Time blurred and she was grateful he held her so securely,
sure she’d collapse under him if it weren’t for his arm supporting her. He
adjusted his body a little, pulled them up slowly but refused to unlock his
jaw, which still imprisoned her shoulder. He sat back on his legs, kept their
bodies connected with his cock buried inside her pussy as he lifted her onto
his lap and sat up straight. He hugged her against his chest. She leaned back
to press firmly against the solid wall of his body and her hands lifted and
curved around the tops of his shoulders to help him keep her in place.

The feel of his teeth embedded in her flesh started to ache
as the sex haze faded but she didn’t complain. She knew why he did it. He
wanted to mark her well, make her take as much of him as possible while his
saliva was introduced into her bloodstream, to be certain their mating took
hold. She rubbed his shoulders, caressed him, to silently convey that she was
okay. She couldn’t speak, still too out of breath from what they’d done to form
words.

He finally withdrew his fangs and licked at the blood that
welled up from his bite marks. His hot tongue soothed away the pain. He nuzzled
her head.

“I love you, Charma,” he rasped against her skin. “You’re
mine, hon. Forever.”

“Forever,” she agreed.

Brand breathed deeply. She knew he breathed in her scent and
she smelled like him now, was totally his. There would be no lingering traces
of the male who’d once claimed her.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

She smiled. “That was amazing.”

He hugged her closer and she felt his cock stiffen inside
her, grow thicker, and she wiggled her ass on his lap. He groaned and his arms
adjusted until he cupped her breasts in both his big palms. He slid her taut
nipples between his fingers and thumbs, gave them a pinch, and she moaned.

“Tell me no,” he groaned, his head turning as his lips
brushed kisses over the sensitive skin of her neck. “Otherwise I’m going to
fuck you for hours. Years. Decades. God, I missed you.”

She lifted off his cock and he growled in protest but
released her. She turned on her knees to stare at him and saw the hungry look
he gave her. She’d missed him too. He looked so incredibly sexy and so hers.
She didn’t hesitate to climb on his lap facing him and used his broad shoulders
to brace with one hand while her other lowered to grip his cock.

He groaned and closed his eyes.

“You are bigger.” She leaned forward to lick the skin beside
his nipple. Her teeth nipped him. His cock jerked in response and seemed to
harden even more in her hand. “Sexier. So hot, baby.”

She aligned the crown of his shaft under her and sank down.
She purred as his cock filled her, adjusting her legs to wrap around his hips
and gripped his shoulders with both hands. She used her hold on him to lift up
and drop down on his cock. Brand snarled in response and his hands cupped her
ass. He squeezed both cheeks and pulled her against his hips.

His head lowered, black eyes opened, and he rose to his
knees. Brand moved them, holding her wrapped around him, until the padded
headboard bumped her back.

“Ride me. God, I love it when you do.”

She smiled as he released her ass and clung to the top of
the headboard to brace his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck, rested over
the top of his shoulders, and she used her thighs, locked around his hips, to
slowly slide against his chest, her butt moving up and down, riding his cock.
She purred louder while kissing his throat, jaw, and finally his mouth.

She avoided his fangs as their tongues met. He growled when
his knees shifted a little under them where he held their weight and his hips
bucked up, driving his cock into her deeper. She tore her mouth from his to
avoid biting. She did that to his throat instead, her teeth closing on the spot
she remembered he most loved to be nipped.

Hair broke out over his skin where her hands touched and she
knew he was losing control. She didn’t care. He’d never totally shift on her.
She never minded when he lost some of his skin, appreciated being able to turn
him on that much, and she’d half expected it when he’d slammed her back against
the padded headboard. His hands released the top of it to grab her ass instead.
He wildly fucked her, rough and deep.

The headboard slammed against the wall, their breathing
turned harsh and she bit him harder, drawing a little blood, even with her flat
teeth, and helping seal the bond. She wished she were in heat. Some fangs and
claws would really send him over the edge. The climax tore through her and
Brand growled loudly as he came too. Her muscles twitched strongly around his
driving cock.

They stilled, panting, and Charma licked at the wound she’d
inflicted, marking him as her own. This time she wouldn’t feel guilt if she
scarred him. He was her mate and he’d never have to explain to another female
about who had put scars on him.

“Mine,” she whispered against his skin.

“Fuck yes,” Brand rasped. “I’m all yours.”

The door to the bedroom exploded open and Brand snarled. His
head whipped around to face the intruder. His entire body tensed, preparing to
attack to protect his mate. He glared at his cousin who stood in the open
doorway. Braden wore jeans, nothing else, and was out of breath.

“What do you want?” Brand made sure Charma’s body was hidden
by his own.

Braden’s eyes widened as he gawked at them. His gaze darted
to Charma and he swallowed hard. “I thought you were under attack. I heard
furniture breaking and you yelled.”

Charma cleared her throat. “I take it this is your cousin?
Don’t move unless you make him turn around first and hand me something to wear,
please.”

Brand muttered a curse. “Turn around, damn it. Stop gawking
at my mate.”

The guy actually blushed and spun on his heel. “I’m sorry. I
thought someone broke in. I was coming to save you. Shit.”

Brand regretted withdrawing from Charma’s body and having to
release her. He grabbed a pillow, held it up, and she clutched it against her
body. He got off the bed, shot another glare at his cousin’s back and picked up
the sweats from the floor where he’d dropped them earlier to yank them up his
legs.